Chapter 32: Acting squad leader

The afternoon passed quickly.

In the evening, there were two self-study sessions, mainly to get to know the subject teachers.

When Zheng Yang got home from school, she glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was only 8:30.

She couldn’t help but sigh—back when she was a male high school student and a day student, she wouldn’t get home until 10:20.

She used to have mixed feelings about elite schools.

Part of her wanted to send her son there, but she also thought that since they were called “elite” schools, they must be a privileged class far removed from ordinary people.

Now, it seemed that at least in terms of being people-oriented, they did a much better job.

She hoped regular schools would move in this direction too…

Zheng Yang silently agonized over her son Zheng Siyuan.

Since it was the first day of school, Zheng Shiqiang naturally asked, “How was it? The feeling of being back on campus?”

Zheng Yang gave a shy smile.

“Don’t even mention it, Dad. I was so embarrassed!”

Seeing that Zheng Shiqiang looked very curious, she told him the whole story—the awkward self-introduction, being teased as “monster-strength girl” and “Bro Yang.”

It made Zheng Shiqiang burst into laughter.

“Oh, and I also measured the girls’ chests… I was… first…”

“First is great! Wait, first in what?”

“Uh, I mean… the biggest.”

Zheng Yang’s voice was as quiet as a mosquito.

The corners of Zheng Shiqiang’s mouth twitched again, but he steadied himself and said, “It’s fine, that’s perfectly normal.”

“The worst part is that Zhang Zihan even made up a rhyme. Something like…”

Zheng Yang started to say, then suddenly realized it was hard to get out.

“Ah, forget it!”

But Zheng Shiqiang wasn’t about to let it go.

“Come on, tell me! Tell me! I want to hear!”

“Dad! It’s awful! I’m not saying it!”

Seeing that she was more embarrassed than angry, he pointed out, “You were going to say it at first, so it can’t be that bad.”

Zheng Yang pouted and whispered, “Then you promise not to laugh at me.”

“I’ll try…” Zheng Shiqiang was already ready to laugh.

“He said… ‘Bro Yang is big, Bro Yang’s great, Bro Yang’s bust is eighty-eight.’”

After saying that, Zheng Yang instinctively covered her face with both hands, flustered.

She knew the gesture was very girly, but it came naturally.

“Pfft!”

Zheng Shiqiang’s laugh wasn’t loud, but he found it extremely amusing—both the rhyme and Zheng Yang’s feminine little mannerism.

Still, from what Zheng Yang had told him, Zheng Shiqiang could sense that Teacher Li was using proper educational methods.

Hmm, good.

No wonder Old Wu recommended her…

“By the way, sweetie,” Zheng Shiqiang liked using that nickname to tease Zheng Yang, “do you still not want to board? It’s only the start of the semester, so it’s not too late to change dorms.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Why?”

He joked.

“Don’t you want to see what the girls’ dorm is like?”

Girls’ dorm?

You mean the kind where six girls share one room and there are eight chat groups?

How boring can that be?

“What’s the point? I’d rather see Dad every day.”

Zheng Yang meant it, but saying it out loud felt a bit cheesy, so she quickly added, “Wu Chun is also a day student. I want to walk with her…”

Zheng Shiqiang was touched.

He ruffled her hair, and Zheng Yang blushed, enjoying the feeling.

He didn’t want her to board either.

He wanted to see this complicated but adorable daughter every day.

The next morning, all the students changed into camouflage uniforms as required.

Zheng Yang liked the feeling.

She also liked the way the girls—wearing a uniform that blurred gender lines—still managed to show off a different kind of charm.

She had spent a long time in front of the mirror before leaving.

Once in the classroom, Zheng Yang couldn’t help tilting her head to admire her female classmates’ figures.

The loose camouflage gave off a casual, lazy vibe, but the tightly cinched belts instantly made everyone look sharp.

The narrow waists, combined with the rounded curves of their chests, created an innocent overall look while subtly hinting at the hidden allure inside, sparking curiosity and endless imagination.

This is amazing! Totally my aesthetic!

While Zheng Yang was stupidly drooling, Wu Chun patted her on the shoulder.

“Yangyang, what are you staring at?”

“Huh? Slurp… I… cough… I was just thinking everyone looks so cool in camo.”

Zheng Yang was flustered.

Wu Chun squinted and smiled.

“No way? I feel like… you’re staring at some hot guy, totally mesmerized!”

“Nonsense! I was looking at the girls!”

“Hey, no need to explain. Tell me quickly, who is it?”

Wu Chun leaned in, pressing her ear close, waiting for a secret.

Zheng Yang was screaming inside.

If I don’t tell her, she’ll think I’m not being a good friend.

But if I do tell her, who do I say?

She won’t believe me if I say a girl.

If I say a guy, won’t that ruin my innocence?

Sigh.

I should have just looked at Wu Chun.

It’s not that she has a bad figure, but we’re desk mates.

Staring at the same girl all the time—especially a classmate of the same gender—that would be weird.

“Oh, come on, I really wasn’t! It’s only the second day of school. Would I have a crush on some guy already? That would make me… too… am I that kind of person?”

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense~ Then what were you looking at just now?”

Great.

Insisting on getting to the bottom of it.

Kids love doing this…

Zheng Yang threw caution to the wind.

“I was looking at Lin Weiwei. She always gives me that disdainful side-eye. Her figure is even better than mine! I can’t accept that!”

Oh my God, my integrity! How could I possibly compare figures with a little girl?

But luckily, Wu Chun was sidetracked.

She laughed and comforted her.

“How could that be? ‘Bro Yang’s bust is eighty-eight’! Who could possibly have a better figure than our Yangyang? Be confident!”

“Hey! You’re making fun of me too! It’s all Zhang Zihan’s fault!”

Zheng Yang pretended to be furious.

Either way, she managed to steer the conversation away from “which guy she had a crush on.”

Just as they were messing around, Teacher Li walked in, and the whole classroom went silent instantly.

“This morning, the entire grade is to gather on the playground for a meeting with the military training instructors. Before that, I need to appoint a student as temporary class monitor to help me with some tasks.”

Hearing this, Wu Chun got excited and nudged Zheng Yang with her little fist.

Zheng Yang just shook her head, as if to say, “Don’t get any ideas.”

“Then, Zheng Yangyang, you will serve as the temporary class monitor for now.”

Teacher Li announced this with a very calm expression.

Thump! Zheng Yang’s heart skipped a beat.

Why me?

But then again, it wasn’t really surprising…

But I don’t want to be class monitor! Having to manage all these little brats—even if I had the ability, it’d be a huge pain!

Most of the class had already heard of Zheng Yangyang yesterday—with her “big chest,” “monster strength,” and “Bro Yang” reputation, it was hard not to.

So many people cheered and applauded, some even shouting “Bro Yang” a few times, including Zhang Zihan.

But then Zhang Zihan suddenly remembered he would be called “Sister Zihan” by Zheng Yang, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Zheng Yang couldn’t help glancing at Lin Weiwei, who was sitting in the same row not far away.

Sure enough, she had a sneer on her face.

Zheng Yang half-jokingly said to Teacher Li, “Teacher! I pick Lin Weiwei!”

Teacher Li was taken aback.

Is that your decision to make?

Just as he was stunned, Lin Weiwei didn’t even lift her eyelids.

She tossed out a sentence:

“I don’t need your pity!” and turned her head away, showing Zheng Yang the back of her head.

Teacher Li naturally heard that.

With a tone that wasn’t aimed at anyone specific, he said, “I remind certain students not to always think ill of your classmates.”

Then he said to Zheng Yang, “It’s only temporary. If you do a bad job or really have difficulty, I’ll make adjustments. So don’t be modest.”

“Th… thank you, Teacher!”

Zheng Yang turned around in distress and saw that Wu Chun was way more excited than she was, as if she’d won the lottery.

“My little mochi ball really became class monitor!”

Wu Chun grabbed her hand and kept shaking it.

“Hey, I told you not to call me that nickname at school…”

“Hmph! The class monitor’s authority sure comes fast!”

“No, it doesn’t! I’m innocent!”

Zheng Yang suddenly realized that with “mochi ball” added, she now had almost four or five nicknames.

And compared to the others, it seemed that “mochi ball” was actually the nicest…